Of all the places on my face you could have appeared, did you have to pick the very tip of my nose? It’s like Rudolph in the middle of March and frankly your timing could not have been more inopportune. Your lack of decorum is downright unnerving at this crucial time and I beg for you to go away quickly. I shall be awaiting your departure and expect you to remove yourself from the tip of my proboscis for all of eternity.
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